I can’t help but watch Daisy as she moves from sink to island to stove, the hem of her dress riding up in the back, her hair in a messy braid that gleams golden in the light. I feel a sense of quiet admiration, and I try to ignore the knot in my gut. I can’t look away from her, not even for a second, because if I close my eyes, I can imagine this situation blowing up into smithereens. It’s going to be bad.
But when Daisy finishes cleaning, she wipes her hands on a towel and looks at me with an expression I hope I can read.It’s soft, yes, but also uncertain—like she’s waiting for me to say something important, and I’m not sure I want to say it.
Instead, I crook a finger at her, and she pads over, bare feet silent on the tile. She climbs into my lap, straddling my thighs, arms looping around my neck, her big breasts in my face. For a long time, we don’t speak.
“Are you mad?” she whispers, her voice so tiny it makes my heart ache.
“Why would I be mad?” I run my hands down her back, over the rise of her ass, wanting to reassure her.
She shrugs, biting her lip, and then looks away. “I was weird earlier. With the photos.”
“You weren’t weird,” I reply, trying to calm her. “Just curious. It’s totally fine.”
I hold her for a while, just rocking, until she finally lifts her head and fixes me with those winsome, cornflower blue eyes.
“Can we go to bed?” she asks.
I stand, lifting her like a bride, and carry her to the master suite. Daisy clings tighter, as if afraid I’ll let go and she’ll vanish.
The bedroom is immaculate, shades drawn, the skyline reduced to a smear of neon and black. The king bed takes up half the space, the sheets white silk, the pillows so soft she’ll sink through them. I lay her down gently, then sit beside her, just watching.
For a moment, we both just breathe.
Then she sits up, peels off her dress, and lets it drop to the floor. She’s nude underneath, skin pale and perfect, a single mole highon her right hip. I hold her gaze, and for the first time, I feel nervous. Holy fuck, it feels almost religious to be here with this beautiful girl, about to sample her femininity.
Daisy strips me slowly, letting her eyes wander. I’m already hard, tenting my shorts, and when I kick them off, I notice her bite her lip, a blend of hunger and shyness.
I climb onto the bed, kneeling at her feet. My palms glide up her calves, behind her knees, to the soft underside of her thighs. I spread her legs slowly, revealing that bare pink cunt, and she doesn’t resist.
I bend, kissing the inside of her knee, then higher. When I reach her junction, I can smell her sweet, musky scent thick in the air. I kiss her clit, flick it with my tongue, then tease it with tiny sucks, the way I know she likes.
“Oh, mmm,” she cries out, arching her back. “Yes.”
Her moan is high and broken, and I can feel her hands twisting in the sheets, her hips rolling, desperate to grind against my face. I pull back, just for a second, and look up at her.
“You want it?” I rasp.
She nods, breathless.
I grin and bury my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, my fingers spreading her open so I can get deeper. I slide a finger into her pussy, curl it, and she shrieks, arching off the bed.
“More,” she gasps, and I give her another, then another, fucking her with two fingers as I suck her clit.
“You taste so good, baby girl,” I rasp. “Your pussy is so slutty and horny, and I love it.”
She comes fast, a liquid, sobbing orgasm that shakes her whole body. I don’t stop, not even when she tries to push my head away, desperate. “Please, oh, please, I can’t?—”
I kiss my way up her body, biting her hip, then her rib, then her breast, sucking a nipple into my mouth until she moans again. I kneel over her, cock hard and leaking, dragging the tip over her lips.
She opens, sucking me in deep, her mouth so warm and wet I almost lose it right there. I groan but pull out, not wanting to come yet. A string of saliva connects my cock to her lips, and she gasps as it breaks, the loop disappearing into the air.
I turn her over, ass up high, face mashed to the pillow. I grab the lube from the nightstand, coat my fingers, then trace her asshole, rubbing in slow, gentle circles.
“You want this?” I whisper, my voice wrecked. “You want your ass fucked by Daddy’s big cock?”
Daisy moans, high and needy. “Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me in the ass. I love it.”
“Good girl.”
